Chapter 7

The following morning Benji and I were up at our somewhat normal time, though most kids think five thirty to six to be highly abnormal, but whatever. What I mean to say, is that we woke up with more than enough time to be able to get up, get showered, diapered, dressed and fed well in time to hit the bus to get to school. Our dads were not even up yet, but that was not entirely uncommon either, they often did not get up until just before we had to head out. We wondered if they would this morning, since it was at least half an hour earlier than they were used to as well. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes before deciding to get up, and when we did, we went right to our bathroom and started the shower. We stripped each other of our very wet diapers and then hopped in and washed each other really well, which of course always seems to make us hard. Even before we knew what to do with them, whenever we showered we were hard. Now we enjoyed that, and this morning it was Benji that hit his knees first to take care of my morning hardness. I lasted at best two minutes before giving him the treat he was looking for, and then I sucked him for even less time to get my treat. Once we were all clean, we hopped out and dried each other off and headed back to our bedroom to get diapered and dressed.

“Hey, we haven't peed in each others diapers lately, I'm pretty full and have to go, why not pull out your diaper and let me pee on you?” I grinned.

“Okay.” Benji grinned brightly.

We got ourselves situated and I started peeing almost right away, which of course made Benji incredibly hard. I was hard too by the time I finished. He then repaid the favor for me, though it took several minutes for him to be able to pee with how hard his dick was. Finally he was able to get himself to go, and he filled up my diaper and made me feel very good. It is so very erotic to feel him peeing on me like that and filling up my diaper, and of course I went even more hard because of it. We both sighed deeply as he finished, and then we dressed each other. Diaper shirts first, and then some really nice clothes. We brushed our hair and teeth, put on our deodorant and cologne and headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

“Crap, do you remember where everything is?” I giggled as we walked in and realized I had no idea where anything was.

“I think the bowls were in that cupboard there, but not a clue where the cereal is.”

“I think the cereal was somewhere over here, so if you grab bowls, I'll get that, then we'll have to try and find the spoons, because there's so many drawers, I have no idea where they are.”

“Same here. All I know is they're in a top drawer on that side somewhere.” He said pointing to the same side I thought they were on.

Within a few minutes we managed to find all that we were searching for, and before too long, we were eating our breakfast. Just as we were finishing up, our dads walked in and said good morning. Though with as much as they were limping, I was thinking it had been a better night.

“Good morning.” We both said.

“I see you boys managed to find everything.” My dad said.

“Yeah, took us a few minutes, but we managed it alright.”

“That's good. We still have no idea where to find everything either, it'll take some time, but we'll figure it out. Now, where were the bowls and spoons, so that we can have some breakfast as well?” My uncle asked.

We pointed out the correct places, so they went and collected their items, and before too long, they were sitting there with us. We stayed sitting there, talking to them as they were eating. When it was time for us to head out, we kissed our dads goodbye and headed out. We did grab our bikes to ride down to the gate, because it would be quite the walk, and bikes were far faster. We made sure that we were out early, just in case the bus was early, turned out that was good, because it was just pulling up as the gate was finishing closing. We hopped on the bus and made our way in as far as we could and sat down. We knew a few of the kids on the bus, or at least knew of them, but no one said anything to us, so we said nothing to them either.

When we made it to school, and we were pretty early in comparison to when we normally arrived, the first person we saw happened to be the very same bully that had harassed me the day before. He came over right away and asked to speak to us in private. We decided to trust him and follow him and he led us over to the side of the school yard where there was no one there. As soon as we stopped, he started talking.

“I'm sorry about how I've treated you. If I promise to never bug you again, could you promise never to tell anyone that I wanna wear, well you know what?”

“Thanks, and if you keep your promise, then so will we to never spread it around. I think though that you need to go see someone, a therapist or someone.” I suggested.

“Why, because I like and wanna wear, well diapers?”

“No, because of all your anger. Trust me, I'd be the last person to tell anyone they should see a therapist because they love diapers. I love diapers, and you need to learn to love them as well before it eats you up. Here, pass me your backpack and close your eyes.” I said softly.

I had grabbed a half dozen of Benji's diapers this morning and put them into a bag and put them in my backpack, in case this happened. He decided to trust me, so handed me his pack and closed his eyes. I made the transfer quickly, so that no one could notice, then handed it back to him after telling him to open his eyes.

“What did you do?” He asked cautiously.

“You'll find out later. Now, I haven't forgiven you, I probably can't, you were pretty mean to me, and while I can let bygones be bygones, and I can accept your apology, I'm afraid I could never call you a friend. At least at this time, maybe sometime, but not now. I've given you a gift, you'll learn about it soon, and before too long, you need to decide on which path your life treads, because unless you start being a nice person, soon you won't have any more choice in the matter and you'll always be an asshole. Maybe this gift will help you, maybe it'll drive you mad, but either way, seek help for your obvious anger issues.” I said softly, and then turned and walked away.

Benji followed me and the boy just stood there for several minutes. Some of our friends had just arrived, so we headed over to meet them, and they asked us what the bully had wanted, because they had seen us talking to him. We told them of course, but of course asked that they not spread that around. We did see the bully head into the school though. I hoped he would go somewhere private, find the diapers, and maybe even work up the courage to put one on. I figured if he did that, then he might be cured. If he did not put one on soon though, it would probably drive him mad, and he might end up offing himself or something silly like that. I hoped his mind was stronger than that, though with the amount of bullying he had given me, I doubted it. I really was starting to see that my dad was right, bullies are incredibly weak minded.

School started and we all went about our day, working hard until lunch time. The rest of our group had not shown up until just before school started, and though the few we had seen had asked us about our house, we had told them to hold off until we were all together. Finally it was lunch time and we all grabbed our lunch and headed outside to sit somewhere private so that we could eat and talk.

“So, how's the new house?” Sheldon asked happily.

“It's amazing. It's so huge.”

“Yeah, I asked my dad to show me the plans he made for your place, since I only found out about it too, so he did, and it's huge alright, way bigger than our house.”

“Hell, it's larger than both our old houses put together, and that's just upstairs. Then there's the basement and the pool house as well. This morning we had a hell of a time trying to find stuff so that we could have breakfast, the kitchen's so big.” I laughed.

“I bet.”

“So yeah, you guys wanna come to our place this weekend?” I asked.

“Sure. Will your dads be there?”

“Not a clue, but even if they are, they won't care about anything we may or may not get up to. They probably won't stay though, for the very reason of what we may get up to.” Benji laughed.

“Is it really as erotic and grand as my dad said it is?” Sheldon asked.

“You have no idea. It's totally amazing in every way possible. It's gonna take us a couple weeks at least to learn the place and all that it offers really I'm sure, and find our way around. There's so much to see there it's not even funny, and just wait 'til you see our theatre. I thought yours was awesome, and it is, but ours is even better yet. You're totally gonna ask your dads to upgrade yours now.” I grinned, hoping it did not come off as boasting.

“Can't wait to see it. My dads did say that they were gonna upgrade it soon, because it's already five years old and doesn't do some of the stuff new ones can do. Maybe they decided to after seeing you guys'. I for one can't wait to see it.” He grinned brightly.

Just then I happened to see the bully, he was standing at the corner of the school, he was all alone, and he looked as if he were crying. I decided I should go talk to him, because even I would feel really bad if he killed himself and I did nothing about it. I walked to him, and as I got close and he saw me, he hastily wiped the tears from his eyes, hoping that I had not seen that.

“I see that the present I left you's left you with some emotions. I see that you're wearing one though, congratulations.” I said softly. I saw that he was in fact wearing one though once I got close enough.

“Oh god, you can't see it can you?” He gasped.

“Only because I know what to look for, but you should get some baggier pants to hide them better. These ones aren't too bad, but better ones might not be a bad idea. Why were you crying?”

“I wasn't crying.” He tried.

“Yes you were, and you're still sniffling, don't try and act like the big tough jerk all the time. I know you have some emotions, or at least I'd hope you do. I saw you too though, even from across the yard I could tell you were in trouble, something was wrong. I decided I better come over and talk to you so that you didn't go and kill yourself or something, I'd feel pretty bad if I didn't at least try and stop you.”

“Why would you feel bad for that after all I've done to you?”

“Because I'm not like you, I can't cause hurt in others and feel good about myself. Not sure how you could sleep at night with how often you made me cry, I'd feel like shit for purposely making someone cry. So, why were you crying?”

“I'm sorry.”

“I know, and I hope you really truly mean it too, but it doesn't really change much does it. I already accepted your apology, so please stop saying it, it'll only piss me off more. Now, why were you crying?”

“Because, I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm wearing one of the diapers, I've already wet it, and I love it. It feels so good, better than I dreamed it would, and I'm scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“That everyone will find out and tease me, that my parents will find out and kick me out, and I'm scared that I'm a freak.”

“Maybe now you understand how I felt. Every day I was scared to death of coming to school, knowing that you or someone else was gonna be there to tease me and make me cry. If it wasn't for the fact that I loved school so much, that I wanted to learn, I would've left a long time ago because of people like you.”

“I really am a monster, aren't I?”

“That depends I suppose. What you were before today really doesn't matter all that much, as long as you know what you were and why you did what you did and work to change it. A monster does things to hurt people regardless of what the reasoning is and does it without remorse. Yes, you were a monster, but are you now?”

“I wish I could say no to that. I know I was, but how do I change, how can I not be a monster?”

“Easy, act like a person. Try talking to people nicely to start with. Try not pushing people out of your way for the simple fact that they were in fact in your way. Try seeing what is right in front of you, instead of only what you want. I sure hope you don't talk to your parents like you talk to the teachers here though, or us kids for that matter. My dad doesn't believe in spanking, but he told me that if I ever talked to him the way he heard you talking to our teacher that one day, that he'd pull down my pants and diaper, right in the middle of the school yard if he had to, and he'd give me an old fashioned backside tanning I wouldn't soon forget. Personally though, I think you could've used a few of those yourself.”

“Yeah, I talk to them like that all the time.”

“And you never get hit or yelled at?” I asked in clear shock.

“They talk to me like that, it's only fair.”

“Ah, I get it now, so you think it's normal to treat people like shit because that's what you've had all along at home.”

“Something along those lines I guess. Can you help me?”

“No, I don't think I can. I'm sorry, but I really don't like you, I don't want to hang out with you any more than I absolutely have to. You've hurt me too bad for that, I just can't forgive you, especially not that fast. For that you'll have to prove to me for quite a while that you can be good. Like I said, I can forgive you, but I cannot forget it either, I accepted your apology, and for now, that's the most I can give you. Do you have any other family you can go to though, someone who could maybe understand you and help you out?”

“I understand, and I suppose I really do deserve that, you being brutally honest with me. I don't know, I have an uncle, he actually lives just around the corner from here, and I like him, but he's, well he's gay, and my parents don't like me hanging around with him too much.”

“What, they think that'll rub off on you or something.”

“Who knows what they think, they're so mean to everyone. He's my mom's younger brother, and she always said he was defective, my dad doesn't exactly think much of him either. I like him, but I admit his being gay does make me a bit uncomfortable, what if he did something to me.”

I admit I laughed. “What, just because someone's gay doesn't mean they'd rape you or something like that you know? I'm also about to tell you something, a secret of sorts, and if you ever tell another soul, trust me, you'll be hoping you only end up in jail. I'm gay as well, and if your uncle is gay, then he's definitely the one you should go to. Gay people have a tendency of being far more open and forgiving than most, especially backwards hillbillies like your parents sound. If you really do like diapers, then he'll likely accept that and be there for you.”

“Yeah, I hate to tell you this, but I think everyone thinks you and Benji are gay. One of the times I was with my uncle, I was hanging out with him, he told me that he'd beat me senseless if he ever caught me making fun of someone for being gay. He said it was bad enough I was turning out to be a horrible bully, and that he couldn't do anything about it, but my parents be damned if he'd let me bash gays, so I didn't.” He actually laughed.

“I like your uncle already. You're not homophobic are you?”

“Not even sure what that is.”

“Do you hate gays?”

“No, but like I said, I'm not entirely comfortable around them either.”

“Why, why are we any different than anyone else?”

“It's just so wrong.”

“According to who?”

“My parents.”

“Right, and these are the same parents who yell and scream at you and call you names and treat you like shit?”

“Pretty much yeah.”

“Then I would think that nothing they say makes any difference, so therefore, you don't hate gays, because you were never taught that.”

“You have a weird way of thinking.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

“It was.” He grinned.

“You know, you have a nice smile, you should try it more often, you'd be surprised what it can do for you.”

“Yeah, like I have a great deal to smile about. What do I do about my parents though? I can't just go and live with my uncle, they'd never allow it?”

“Not a clue, that's something you'll have to work out I'm afraid. What I suggest is that you go to your uncles after school, today preferably, and just let it all out. Tell him everything, how your parents are to you, how you want to try not being a bully any more, how you're a diaper lover and want to wear diapers, just talk to him, and I bet you two come up with something.”

“I don't know if I can do that.”

“Well, there's only two options really, and if you don't want to be a monster any more, then there's really only one. The one is go to your uncle and work it out with him and see what you come up with. Maybe he can't take you himself but will figure something out. Either way you need to talk to him, he'll understand, I almost guarantee it. The other option is to stay with your parents, be a miserable wreck, continue on your monstrous ways and before too long, snap and come in with an AK-47 and destroy everything in your path, or kill yourself, whichever way you snap. Personally I don't think number two is a very good option, mostly because I don't want to be around you when you finally do snap. Trust me, nothing good can come from you staying with your parents. Hell, willingly handing yourself over to family services would be far better than that if you ask me.”

“Oh, you think so?”

“I know so. How long do you think your mind can take all that shit before you just lose it. You've been bullying for so long, probably as a release from what you get at home, that soon, probably very soon, your mind will just go nuts. If you're lucky, you'll only end up in the psychiatric department, if not, then in jail or the morgue.”

“Oh. Thanks Morgan, I know I don't deserve this, what you've done for me, but thanks a lot.”

“No, you do deserve it, and I'm glad that I got to be the one to make you see it. I don't like you, at least not yet, but that doesn't mean I want to see you hurt either. It also doesn't mean you have to avoid me, nor will I avoid you, you may feel free to say hi and ask me how I am, so on and so forth, but friends we can't be, at least not yet. Maybe soon if you can heal more. Today has been a big step for you, but right now you're in shock, and when that wears off, you'll go one way or the other, you need to go see your uncle and talk to him so that he can help guide you in the right direction.” I said softly to him and then turned and walked away. He had too much to think about, and the bell just rang, so we had to get going back to class, but he did not, he just stayed standing there for as long as I could see him. Hopefully he would not even go back to class, not that the teachers would mind, hell, they would likely be happy, and maybe he would go talk to his uncle.

During our afternoon break, I had to tell all the gang all about my talk with the class bully and all that I had found out. They were shocked at first, but they understood well why I had done what I had done. Sure I could have asked him to come be a part of our group and help him heal that way, but the problem was, I was certain he was not at all gay, and we all are, so talk about uncomfortable when we have a sleepover. Mind you, what straight boy doesn't like a blowjob, and well we all like sucking, but we were all the same in that we did not like no one way street, so we would not like doing that.

The next day at school, I noticed that the bully was not there, nor the day after. All the guys though had come back the day before with yeses all around for the sleepover at our house, so that was awesome. Benji and I and our dads all went shopping the previous two nights to get more cool things for our house, as well as groceries and whatnot that we could get right away, and we all had a good time shopping. But honestly, what gay boy does not enjoy shopping. Yeah I know, probably not all, but we sure did. It is Friday morning now, all the guys were going to come home on the bus with Benji and I, even though our dads said they would come pick us up, but like we said, it would take two car trips, or one bus trip, and the bus was already going that way anyway, so it made more sense. We did have to get permission from the school and get permission slips from all the parents, was sort of a pain in the ass, but whatever, it was the right choice. Benji and I had just stepped off the bus and were about to go to the spot where we always met the others, when the bully walked up to me.

“Hi Morgan, can we go talk in private for a few minutes please?” He asked softly.

“Sure. See you in a bit Benji, say hi to the guys for me will you please.”

“Okay, don't be late for class though, you know how Mrs. Hitlers Mother is about tardiness.”

“Don't I know it.” I laughed.

I think even the principal called the old hag Hitler's Mother behind her back, and even the bully on my right did not cross her. Mostly because right at the beginning of the year he lipped her off in her class and she got right in his face and growled at him that one more word from him would have him in detention until he asked to be nice, which considering what he had said, would likely be until he was thirty. He said just one word, and she said one week, then his next word she said two weeks, and you know what, he never said another word, and she made him stay after school every day for an hour for two whole weeks, and she watched him like a hawk. Granted, that was probably the only time he had ever handed in all his homework, ever.

Anyway, he led me over to the big tree in the corner of the field, neither of us said anything. As we were walking though, I could tell that he was diapered, and it appeared as if he were wearing a diaper shirt as well. He even looked happier, which I admit I had never seen before. When we made it there, he sat down, so I followed suit.

“So, you wanted to talk, and I see that you're diapered again.”

“Yeah. Sorry about taking you from your boyfriend like that, and even though I know you probably told him everything, I'm not really ready to say all I have to say in front of too many people yet. As for the diaper, yeah, I haven't been out of them since Tuesday.” He smiled.

“I can understand, you've gone through a lot, but congratulations, how does it feel?”

“Wonderful. I never wanna be without them, ever.”

“Know how you feel. So, what was it you wanted to say?”

“Well, the other day, after our talk, I didn't go back to class, I just went and grabbed my bag and walked to my uncles house. I hoped that he was home, I had a lot to talk to him about, like you said I should. My head was so full of crap, it was unbelievable. Anyway, he was home, he doesn't really work all that often, but he was just about to go out, but when he asked me what was up and why I wasn't at school, I started crying and said I was miserable and needed someone to talk to.”

“You started crying, but you never cry?”

“I know, but I was a wreck, and what you said to me made me realize a whole bunch of stuff, and seeing him and how happy he always made me, made me burst. We went in and we talked for hours. The very first thing I told him was that I was a diaper lover and that my parents were probably gonna kick me out when they found out. He laughed and said yeah, he knew all about that, because his loving older sister made him swear to never reveal to me his oddities and then told me that he was as well. I admit I was shocked, but I was happy as well. He made me admit to everything that I'd done, and I told him all about our talks and everything. He wants to meet you, he says you sound like a good boy. He asked me if I thought I was gay, but I told him I'm not, that I want a girlfriend and I want babies and all that, and that being with a boy would make me sick. Sorry, no insult intended.”

“None taken, and I'm sure he wasn't insulted either. It's the same with me and girls, wouldn't happen, no way, no how.” I grinned.

“Yeah, about the same with me and boys. So yeah, we talked a lot about everything, lots more stuff than I told even you, stuff that you don't want or need to hear, and he agreed that I should come live with him. I had to go home though, where I had to confront my parents, he told me he couldn't be anywhere near there at the time and that I was to never say I talked to him, or it would only cause problems. I agreed and went home, where as soon as they got home, I told them I was a diaper lover and wanted to wear diapers. My dad didn't even say anything at all, he just went instantly red and left the room. My mom though, well she just started yelling, but the nicest thing she said was to get out and to never come back. She said I should go live with my useless uncle, so I went and packed all my stuff and left. When I got there, there was a lawyer there who made us sign a bunch of stuff and then he went to my parents the next day and made them sign it all as well, so now I legally live with him, it's great. I actually walk around the house in just a diaper, so does he, it's so free.”

“That's really good, I'm proud of you. I bet you feel a thousand pounds lighter.”

“More so, it's actually closer to a thousand tonnes lighter.” He smiled.

“That's great. And has he suggested you start seeing a therapist yet?”

“Actually, he did, and I went and saw a friend of his yesterday for a couple hours and we talked. He wants to see me a few more times, but agrees that living with my uncle is definitely the best decision I could've made, and he thinks what you did for me is great, that it's what he would've done had he been in your place. He says that I have a surprising amount of anger still buried in me and that until I get it all out, I'm still a danger to me and to everyone around me. He warned my uncle to keep under lock and key all medications and weapons of all sorts, because he says I'm still really vulnerable and if I hit a snag, I could snap. I don't know, I think I'm happier now than I have ever been before, so not sure why he thinks that.”

“I know why. What do you think would happen if I were to let's say totally out you, betray you, destroy you like you tried to do to me? You'd be totally crushed. You're mind isn't yet strong enough to be able to take that kind of abuse, and he knows it. All that on top of all the anger you still have, trust me, if you were to snap right now, anyone in your way would be toast. He knows what he's talking about, of that I assure you. But, I won't do that, none of my friends will either, and if you start feeling angry or anything, talk to someone. See your therapist, your uncle, or even come see me. Call me if you have to, I don't mind. I don't want to see you hurt, or to hurt anyone else.”

“But why, why would you care one way or the other. Why wouldn't you betray me to the entire school, spread my dirty secret, make me as miserable as I made you?”

“Because I care a great deal for everyone around me, even when logic says I should no longer care. I can't hurt people, it makes me hurt far more when I do, even though any time I've done so has been by accident. I remember one time, Benji and I were playing, I was only five then, and we were doing something stupid, I don't even remember what now, but I accidentally kicked him in the nuts and he fell to the ground screaming in pain. I cried harder than he did that I accidentally hurt him, and I ended up throwing up so bad from hurting him that my dad had to take me to the hospital. If I accidentally do something to someone that causes mental pain, I suffer even worse 'til I can apologize profusely. Usually I have to be told to shut up, like I told you to. I just don't like seeing people hurt is all, even you. You've been hurt far too much already, I can see that, I sorta always did, I always knew you had to be hurting a lot to be able to hurt others like you did and not suffer. I'm glad that I was the one to be able to help you, maybe I was one of the few that could've helped you. Of all the kids you tortured, you picked on me most, I was your own personal target, but now I know why. I had the one thing you wanted most of all, diapers.”

“Wow, you really had to go to the hospital for accidentally hurting your cousin? I would've just stood up and told him to get up and quit crying like a baby.”

“Yeah, I did. They had to give me a sedative to help me calm down and something to settle my stomach. They said I have extreme receptive empathy or something like that, that I feel the pain I cause in others ten fold, that it was rare but not uncommon. Essentially, hurt others only if I want to hurt as well. Even my dad said that's pretty much all I should've done, just helped him up and helped to make him feel better. I mean it was only an accident, it's not like I meant to do it, you'd think it'd be that bad if I meant to do it, not just an accident. If it's that bad for an accident though, I never wanna hurt someone on purpose, it might kill me.” I had to laugh.

“Really, I've never heard of such a thing. So do you actually feel other peoples pain then?”

“No, it's not like that, only what I cause, and I'm not feeling their pain, just basically my brain is punishing me for being stupid. Although I suppose I am more receptive to others' pain, because I can always seem to tell when someone's really happy or sad, but I think most people can do that. You'd have to be stupid not to.”

“I never do.”

“Then you're not paying enough attention. You can usually tell because of the face someone's making. They either look really happy or really sad.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.”

“Yeah, so are you okay, are you gonna be okay, are you gonna try harder to not be a bully to everyone around you, try harder in school even?”

“Yeah, I'll be okay, and I'm not gonna be a bully any more. I want to ask you a favor though. I'd like for you to watch me and make sure I don't screw up. If I do, just come over and pull me aside and tell me what I'm doing. It's so habit now I might accidentally do it without realizing it. And you're really smart, do you think you could tutor me to help me get better in school?”

“I'll definitely watch over you in the playground, but I can't tutor you, but I know someone who might be able to. He's gay as well, but he won't go after you either, don't worry, he's really smart, smarter than me, and he already tutors a couple kids. I'll take care of the cost for you if your uncle can't afford it. I'll arrange everything though.”

“Oh, how much does it cost?”

“Only a hundred a month, and you get an hour a week with him, but you have to listen to him or he won't help you. He's not like the teachers, he won't put up with bullshit, if you talk back to him, he leaves, and he doesn't go back. You have to remember, he'll be there to help you, not the other way around. He wants the money for university, but he doesn't want headaches, so he doesn't take any crap. If you can agree to that, then I'll set it all up.”

“I can agree to it, it sounds fair, but I will explain to him that I'm seeing someone for anger issues and that if I do accidentally explode if he pushes too hard, that I won't really mean it.”

“He'll probably accept that, but he'll likely just leave too, maybe he'll come back, probably will, but that's something you have to talk over with him. What's your address and phone number, or actually just write it out for me and I'll give it to him, so that he can call you and arrange times and stuff like that.”

“Okay.” He said and then grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his back pack and wrote the information out for me.

“Thanks. Well, I should go meet up with my friends, the bell is gonna ring soon, so have a good day.”

“No, thank you, for everything, if this all makes me better, more human, I'll owe you big time.” He smiled warmly.

“No thanks needed, I did it because you needed it, and like I said before, I'm glad I was the one to get you what you needed. Bye.”

“Bye.” He said and I headed over to my friends.

I quickly explained to them all of what had just transpired, and just as I finished, the bell rang, so we all headed in and started on our day. At lunch I found the guy that tutored other kids, smartest kid in the entire school, but I'm proud to say I'm really close behind him. I explained to him everything I knew and could tell him, because he did not need to know about the diaper love, and asked him to go do some tutoring, and that I'd pay the bill myself. I told him I'd have the money for him on Monday to cover the next three months for sure, that that should be enough to get him back on track, and if not, to come see me for more money. He was good with that, took the paper and we separated to go spend time with our friends.

Finally the end of the day came, and we were all excited to finally be off. We all congregated where our bus stopped and waited for it to arrive, and when it did, we all boarded, the extras giving their permission slips to the bus driver, and before too long, we were off and heading toward our new home.